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Zara rises to her feet. I trail after her as she approaches the men.
“How is he, Weston?” Zara asks the older doctor.
Of course. He’s Weston Kincaid, one of the Seven.
“He’s fine,” Weston murmurs.
“Thank god!” I cry out.
Zara heaves a sigh of relief. “Thanks for taking a personal interest in his case.”
“You bet.” Weston grips her shoulder, then jerks his chin toward the younger man. “This is Dr. Ryot Shaw. He’s the surgeon who operated on Cade.”
“Thank you, doctor.” Zara smiles at him.
“Your—"
“Brother,” Zara supplies. “I’m Zara Whittington.”
He wrinkles his forehead before continuing, “Whittington?” He hesitates, then thinks better of it and resumes, “Your brother is incredibly lucky. The knife missed his heart and all vital organs. It’s a miracle.” His lips kick up.
“So, he’s going to be fine?” I ask.
He turns to me. “It’s going to take a while to be back on his feet, but he’ll make a full recover, Ms.—"
“Abigail Warren, I’m Cade’s, uh…Communications Manager.” Zara shoots me a sideways glance, but I don’t meet her gaze. I continue, “That’s so good to hear. Thank you, Dr. Shaw.”
“You’re welcome.” He turns back to Zara. “He’s in recovery but should be awake tomorrow morning. Perhaps, you should all go home and come back tomorrow.”
“Let me talk it over with Abby.” Zara holds out her hand, and he shakes it. “Thanks again, Doc.” She turns to the other man, and the two of them hug. Then Weston steps back. The two doctors turn and retrace their steps, talking to each other in low voices.
I watch them leave, then turn to Zara. “Guess I should be going then.”
“It’s a good idea. You’ve been through a lot. You need to get some rest. So do I, actually. We can come back tomorrow morning and—"
“I’m not coming back tomorrow, Zara.”
“Hmm,” A determined look appears in her eyes. She glances from Declan to me, then back at Declan. “Since Hunter’s not here, do you mind staying with James while Abby and I get a coffee?”
* * *
“I know what you’re going to say, but you’re not going to change my mind.” I clasp my fingers around the paper cup containing a brown sludge that’s supposed to be coffee. Then, because I want to avoid looking at Zara, I take a sip from it. Huh, the coffee doesn’t taste too bad, actually.
We’re at a table in the hospital cafeteria, where Zara led me. I followed because… I owe her that much. Not only was she there for me when I needed her, she gave me a job when I needed it most. Besides, I respect the woman. She’s my mentor, and perhaps, more family than my own. I take another sip, then glance up to find her looking at me with a strange look in her eyes.
“You wanted to talk to me?” I incline my head.
She nods, then stirs sugar into her tea before taking a sip. She places her cup down on the table and rests her chin on the back of her hand. “You must realize my brother’s an ass.”
“Hmm-mm.”
“And can be bullheaded, most of the time.”
I stay silent.
“He wasn’t around much when we were growing up. My parents weren’t easy on either of us. I’d say they came down harder on me because I was a girl. But if you ask Cade, he’s likely to say they were tougher on him—because he was a boy, so they had bigger expectations of him.”
I wait as she takes another sip, swallows, then tips her head in my direction.
